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And - typically - in spite of being just a few miles down the road, we'd never visited until last Saturday. Well, not visited in the sense of going inside, exploring, having a look around and seeing the guts of a real-life, working windmill. Because you can do that at Baby Jake's Mill (otherwise known as Sibsey Trader Mill, just a few miles north of Boston).
It's in the care of English Heritage although seems not to be staffed by their team. In fact, when we arrived I wondered if it was 'staffed' at all. Maybe I'd forgotten to remove my patent 'Harry Potter' invisibility cloak or something because the bloke behind the desk seemed entirely oblivious to our existence, in spite of Charlie immediately launching into a long and involved explanation of why we'd come and asking him if knew who Baby Jake was and whether there was anything in the mill about him. I eventually got the chap to give my English Heritage membership card a cursory glance and we proceeded to have a nose around.
Inside, it's a fascinating example of a working mill, one of three within a twenty mile radius of where we live. It costs £2.50 for adults and £1.00 for children and is open at weekends between 11 o'clock and either 5 or six (depending on the time of year). You can go onto the balcony, too - accompanied by a member of staff, so the sign on the door said. As the only member of staff seemed rather unconcerned at our presence, we proceeded without him. He didn't notice. Or if he did, he didn't care.
We were the only ones there.
And we didn't see Baby Jake. Or anything about him.
English Heritage is really missing a trick there.